Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.